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Delivery Day.
Paulette pulled a drag of smoke while waiting the ships arrival. Pier 3 already had a small crowd waiting disembarking passengers from the ocean liner that was not due in port for twenty minutes. Unlike the rest, she was not there meeting a loved one. No, this was business.
As the "Ocean Queen" pulled up to the dock. Paulette observed quietly as the crewmen aboard & the longshoremen ashore set the moorings fast. Ignoring the glances of passing stevadoors. She caught the steward just as he disembarked. Paulette showed him her paperwork. He nodded & summoned two men to retrieve her cargo. Daddy had been right of course. "Show up early.. Beat the line."
“Hey! Where do ya want this lady?" The burly jaw with a cigar & hat said" She waived him to the company van & opened the doors. With expertise born only with time. The 4' cube marked FRAGILE! & CONTENTS UNDER PREASURE! slid neatly into the vans bay. The retracting forks never touched the van after leaving the pallet. Paulette closed the doors & drove away from the dock.
The drive wasn't far. Only a few miles. Paulette backed up to a small loading dock behind a storefront. She pressed a button on the wall next to the bay door. Although the buzz was audible. Paulette more felt it than heard it from the inside.
Two loud bangs at the bay doors bottom corners fore told its iminent rise. "Hiya Beautiful!" Said the handsome mid-aged recieving clerk. "Got something for me?" He made instant eye contact. He if course had no idea who she was. His smile was friendly & genuine. A man who enjoyed his job. As much as Paulette enjoyed her anonimity. Paulette couldn't help but smile back.
"Yes I have the Seaverson shipment.
This needs to be expedited right away." Paulette handed him the bill of lading.
"Seaverson huh? Old man must have another R&D project goin on. Right away ya say... Okay Beautiful. Let's see if we can make 'im happy." He deftly drew the crate from the van with his small fork lift. Placing it on the back of a tram. The words "Seaverson Industries" ran along both flanks of the vehicle.
"I'll be happy to give you a lift to the lab hop in." Paulette smiled. Quietly accepting his invitation. Eager to get this finished. He started the electric motor. He drove into a large elevator. Inside the doors closed. "Jules Seaverson" said the clerk to the air.
There was a sudden drop. Then motion. To Paulette the sensation was always the same, vertigo. The lift stopped. The doors opened into a garden atrium. A paved path led away from the elevator. Following a stream that meandered through the dense foliage. It was almost as if the path was thankfull that the stream was there to guide it.
The tram glided along the path quietly. The air had changed. It was warmer & more humid. Paulette took in a breath of home. She began to relax a bit. Paulette never liked going "out". She was glad to be back. The tram slowed to a smooth stop outside what for all the advances in technology. Appeared to be an old US army quanset hut left over from the cold war. In point of fact it was. Paulette stepped out.
"I'll take this around back. You have a nice day." The smile returned. She liked him. He was genuine, gregarious.
"Thanks I will. ... Ummm I didn't get your name."
"Bill Miss. Bill Blaine."
"Thank you Mr. Blaine."
"Welcome... & please call me Bill."
He pulled away. Leaving his passenger with a curious moisture between the thighs. Something the smiling Paulette Seaverson, board chair & majority stockholder of Seaverson Industries would not soon forget. "Bill Blaine" She said to herself. Then went inside the suite.
Paulette enjoyed her semi anonimity. Living "on-site" at the plant was better than a Mc-Mansion in the hills with all the traffic. When she took over the firm 5 years prior she moved into what everyone called "the lab". Where her father did his research of product.
Paulette loved her dad. That did'nt mean she wouldn't divest the majority of the firms holdings away from bio-fuels into green technology when she took over the firm. This plan had increased overall profit 15% over five years. Even after the initial huge sums spent in retooling, environmental cleanup & retraining each worker. On top of this the company had expanded its workforce. Things were in a positive move forward.
Which brought her to the task at hand. Paulette put down her things & lit a joint. Removing her clothes as she approached the pallet. Instead of taking a crowbar to open it. Paulette simply pressed a button on a small remote.
With the feint sound of internal servos. The front and top of the crate folded away. Revealing a white plastic box with a simple handle on top. Paulette lifted the lid and peered inside. She let forth a small giggle at the confirmation of what she expected.
In the box sat a bound, but otherwise naked, unconscious man in his mid thirties.
He was also completly devoid of hair. Asside from the restraints, the only adornment was a solid silver chastity cuff that encased his ample endowment. The key was in an envelope benieth the lid along with a note.
"Mz S.
The enclosed male has been trained to your rigid requirements. Including the removal of his voice box. As requested, his conditioning did not remove his former identity.
Your new slave can be activated by his given name. "Devon Reynolds"
All of your command words have been imbedded. Enjoy.
We can confirm with thanks that full payment has been recieved.
Should you have further need of our services. Please do not hesitate to contact us.
The Service Group"
After putting the letter away, Paulette used the key to unlock the wrist shackles. Transfering them to chains she lowered from above using an electric winch.
The unconscious males form lifted from the box. She stopped the process to unschackle the feet. The scent of "male" washed over her for the first time. Paulettes loins reacted with moistness to the pheromones. Her smile confirmed her pussy as she viewed his now chain stretched torso. He was perfect. Not a hair on his body. He was a few inches shorter than her 5'11". Having a firm toned body. Paulette knew she would enjoy this one.
"Devon, Devon Reynolds. Wake up."
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Live the Dream, Embrace the Nightmare.
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